Nolan left the stool and the hat that seemed to know so much and slowly made his way to the back of the Great Hall. Despite the enchanted ceiling and ghosts and mass of students, his eyes were on the point directly ahead of him to where Professor Quinn was standing. He could feel the stares of a few of the students on him, his brothers’ no doubt among them, but he wasn’t the first of the first years to have to join the Professor instead of sitting at the table.
 
What did Professor Quinn even teach? He racked his brain for the information, but it didn’t come to him. That was surprising as he’d been asking all about his teachers in the past weeks. He’d come to the conclusion that with his trouble learning, he was going to have to get on their good sides if he wanted to survive school. Either way he’d already failed at making a good impression with her. He hadn’t even had a chance to explain himself. Chandler and Caelum had been swept away before Nolan himself had even been unfrozen. The thought flashing into his mind he turned on the spot to take a look at the line. He breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of each of them, seemingly fine now. But he had to wonder, did the teachers think he’d done something to them like that Slytherin girl? Worse, did Judoc think so?

He watched in silence as they each got sorted into other houses. Disappointing. He took note of his fellow Slytherins, wondering what they would be like. Would he get along with them? 

The walk to headmistress’s office was silent for him. Had anyone tried to talk to him they would find him completely lost in his own brooding. He shook out of it once they were left in the room with the benches however and he approached Chandler. “Doin’ all right?” he asked.